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My Love


 

I cover up the traces of tears, a futile attempt.

 

Forever they are stained until I meet my exempt.

 

Sadly, only you hold my skeleton key.

 

Don't bother asking for it is lost at sea.

 

My love, my love.

 

Oh how I wish I could say that as you are from above.

 

That voice of yours toys as it rings.

 

The puppeteer to my heartstrings.

 

I should break away, turn around.

 

However, your warmth brings me back from the ground.

 

That time we shared I cherish most.

 

But now they haunt me, the forever ghost.

 

My love, my love.

 

Oh how I wish I could say that as you are from above.

 

I scream, "why did you leave, leave me?

 

Come back here before I fall to me knees!"

 

I miss the warmth, I miss the touch you had.

 

Just thinking of it makes me go mad.

 

"Come back here, come home.

 

I want your fingers in my hair as my comb.

 

Come back here, this feeling is more than love.

 

More than that simple word, it is purer than a dove"

 

My undying, my undoing.

 

Why haven't I shown this before our ending?

 

"Come back home, I love you.

 

Please forgive me, as I have forgiven you."

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